A/n: Here you go, enjoy. I'll post the next part asap. Please review.
At around 2 Danny woke with a start, he had been sure he heard a noise. He was quite a light sleeper so even the smallest thing would wake him up. He cautiously got up and crept quietly into the kitchen, not wanting to disturb Samantha in case he was just hearing things. Danny squinted in the darkness, looking around for anything suspicious. Walking into the living room he was completely unaware of the figure behind him. The figure came quietly up behind him, feeling a tingle down his spine Danny whirled around only to be caught with a sharp blow to his face. Stunned he stumbled backwards, the guy came forward and punched him again. This time Danny fell on the floor, fighting hard to stay concious and keep Sam safe. While Danny was on the floor the man pinned him down and held a cloth over his mouth and nose. Danny felt himself growing light headed as he inhaled the potent fumes. The last thing he heard was the man whisper "Goodnight" before he blacked out.
The man grinned an evil grin when Danny's limp body slumped on the floor. He hauled Danny into one of the kitchen chairs, and tied him to it. Once he was sure that he was secure and wouldn't wake up for a while he continued down the hallway.
Samantha woke when she heard a noise at her door, bleary eyed she looked to see a figure walk through the door. She felt chills down her spine and an overwhelming feeling of fear overtook her. He turned and Samantha caught a glimpse of his face in the light from the gap between the curtains. She gasped, it was the face that had haunted her nightmares for many nights now. The same smirk, and uncaring malice in his blue eyes that she had been seeing almost every night. Ken Jones. They hadn't found him after he had left the warehouse, and they had often wondered what he had been doing. Now she knows. She scrambled to get out of bed and grab her gun but he was too quick for her and he smacked her across the face and threw her back on the bed.
"Danny!" she yelled.
"He can't hear you." he sneered.
"What did you do?"
"Don't worry, I didn't hurt him- much." he chuckled.
Samantha looked at him, fear clearly written on her face too dazed to try and stand. He stood above her a menacing, intimidating figure. "What do you want?" she whispered.
He smirked and pinned her down, locking both her arms above her head with one of his hands.
"Ever since I saw you in the warehouse, you're always in my head. I knew that you had to be my next one. I had to have you." he whispered in her ear, causing her to tremble in scared apprehension. He stroked her cheek with his ice cold hand, she turned her head to avoid his touch which seemed to anger him and he hit her hard in the cheek causing her bite her lip and spit out blood.
"So beautiful." he gazed at her intently, she cringed his gaze making her incredibly uncomfortable. He caressed her cheek again, and she forced herself not to cringe away not wanting to be hit again. His hand trailed down her neck, collarbone and over her chest. She shuddered, nearly sick with fear and struggled harder. He punched her again in the face, and again and again until she almost passed out. Forcing her eyes to stay open she looked into his cold, cruel blue eyes. His free hand moved to stroke her hair, and he moved in to take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair. She shuddered.
"Scared?" he asked mockingly. "This is nothing."
His hand trailed over her chest again, and down her stomach. His intention was distinct now, and she tried to push him away, free her hand, her legs, anything to get him away. She struggled against him for a few moments, but he was a lot stronger and her head was spinning form the beating making it harder to focus.
She felt tears fall down her face at the thought of what was going to happen and she that she couldn't stop it. "Keep still." he snarled.
"Danny!" she yelled again, knowing it was useless but she couldn't stay quiet.
"Shut up." he ordered, reaching into a pocket and taking out a cloth. He pressed this hard over her mouth and nose, she struggled to no avail. She grew lightheaded and when he was sure she couldn't manage to move her arms he released them. Her last concious thoughts were of his cold hands pulling at the string of her pyjama pants.
By the time the sun rose, and hit the room- it was empty.
